Skita
A sinnamon bun
"It's a shame...she was nice" He shook his head after Sachi answered his question, looking back at Yorokobi's corpse. It really was a shame wasn't it? But dwelling on it wasn't going to help find the killer. He hesitantly went over to the body himself as he figured he should at least look over her body so he's not unfamiliar with her wounds. He pulled his hair in to a ponytail so he wouldn't get any of her blood in it as it was a pain to get out of white hair in the first place. He looked over the wounds on her chest and found himself feeling disgusted. "They really went overboard didn't they?" He whispered, as his hand fell to the side. He was slowly getting a sinking feeling in his stomach and turned his attention to the ground. This all just felt very wrong and on top of that he was growing increasingly more uncomfortable being around he the body. As he began to stand once again he noticed a piece of paper on the ground laying near the blood. He picked it up and read it and felt his disgust rise. Whoever did killed someone who was for one already dying and someone who was unconditionally kind. He couldn't do this, it was just becoming to much for him to handle. He couldn't keep his calm persona, not now. He couldn't just pretend that anything about this was normal. "I-I'm going to go outside...I-I really need some air." He said as he began to leave, putting the note back on the ground. He stopped and looked over to the group forming and Yorokobi's body ".....When you're done investigating, at least cover her with one of those blankets. She deserves that." He swiftly left the room and went around the back of the lodge, leaning against the wall taking deep breaths to calm himself back down.